Jethro, Diane will drive me mad--she will indeed.

Well, all I can say, Jethro, is that if you don't know what I'm talking about you must be very stupid to-night.
No! No! do I ever know, Jethro?
He may be here and he may not.

He may be off in Egypt shooting scarabs by now.

He was at the farm when he wrote to me in Indiana.

Well, _collecting_ scarabs, then, Jethro.
Why do you fuss so about little things?
Isn't it funny--strangest thing!" Queen Elizabeth passed on with her aged dandy.
A dark figure by the cypress pool laughed and shrugged.